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John Keats (Джон Китс)


To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses


As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;—when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields;
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excelled;
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled. 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
  2. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing
  3. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  4. Эндимион. Книга 4Endymion. Book 4
  5. Teignmouth


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